Fire Burns Hot ((An FBI/ Romance Thriller~ (Book 5))) (4 page)

Ethan was pretty sure what she was contemplating, after all, hadn’t he been doing the exact same thing? “When I get home, you can meet me on the couch, and we’ll
revisit this conversation… repeatedly.”

Elizabeth knew
then that someone was in the room with him. He wasn’t being his lecherous self. “You have company.”

He laughed. “Yeah, is it that obvious?”

Now there was the need to torture him. “Remember those really sinful lace panties you bought me. The red and black ones?” she questioned, dropping her voice to a low purr.

Blackhawk swallowed, realizing
that calling his wife while surrounded by other directors was going to be a horrible tactical error on his behalf. “Yes.”

There was an audible gulp.

“I’m wearing them right now, Cowboy. Maybe I’ll send you a picture later.”

Immediately, his mind went there. How could it not? Elizabeth Blackhawk was
an outrageously gorgeous woman. She was tall, lithe, and all that really wild hair; his body tightened uncomfortably thinking about her. Both he and his brother knew they won the ‘hot woman’ lottery tenfold.

“When you get home, I’ll
wear something really wild from the lingerie drawer. I’ll let you pick anything you want, big guy.”

“Elizabeth,” he started to warn
her.

“Maybe the black one you bought me.
How about the see-through one with the really tiny G-string?”

Now Blackhawk was
suffering for his naivety. He’d just pictured her in the vixen like concoction he purchased for her. Yeah, it was going to be a long meeting filled day with that in his head.

Elizabeth giggled at his silence.
At home they had a special lingerie drawer. In an effort to break her husband of his constant need for rigorous control, she’d implemented a policy. If you buy and place something sexy in the drawer, it would get worn to bed.

The only problem?

The men went way overboard. They over filled the drawer. It went from one, to three, and now it was half the dresser. Elizabeth owned more sexy panties than
Victoria Secret
. Both men took it to the extreme in hope she’d pull out something frilly and daring daily, allowing them to live out their wildest fantasies. Elizabeth had yet to let either of them down.

“The one with the little red bows?”
he whispered into the phone. Ethan preferred black lacy things. To him they were completely erotic and sinful. Something about his tough, bad ass wife in girly things made him completely crazy.

For his brother,
Callen went the other way when it came to lingerie. He tended to enjoy more leather and bustiers. Although brothers, and a lot alike, their sexual styles were vastly different. One thing was the same. Between them both, they’d bought a great deal of lingerie.

“You’re killing me,
baby,” he stated, barely audible.

“Maybe when you come home, Mr. Blackhawk, we can lock my office door and have our own private party.” Then she whispered something so salacious, she swore he dropped his phone.

Then there was sheer panic. “I have to go back to my meetings. I love you, Lyzee,” he answered hurriedly, his voice low and showing his emotions. His body was completely taut with need. It had been three days since he was able to touch his wife, and he couldn’t wait until he flew home.

Then he was going to make her pay for teasing him.

Repeatedly
.

Elizabeth giggled. “I love you too, Ethan. Be safe and when you see Gabe, tell him I send my love.”

Gabe Rothschild was their boss, and part of her extended family of sorts. Gabe was currently married to her best friend, Livy, who at one time had been her field partner for the FBI.

“I will,
baby. Kiss CJ for me, and I’ll call you later.”

“Be safe, handsome,” she answered, and then disconnected the call, laughing.

Elizabeth didn’t want Ethan to be the only one suffering, so she sent off a really x-rated text message to Callen, and waited for the reply. Immediately, the phone rang and she snickered.

“Hey,
sexy, you miss me?” she inquired.

“Elizabeth! T
hat was some text. How can I not miss you after that?” he said, dropping his voice low. “If you were here, I’d absolutely enjoy doing that with you. I might be able to pull it off a few times if you let me catch my breath in-between.”

This was the beauty of the two men. Both were polar opposites. Callen would talk sex on a school bus full of nuns. He was
just less inhibited like that.

“When you come home, we can
work on that, darlin’,” she offered. “I already have the lingerie picked out for our celebration.”

“God, I miss you
and your little girly things!” Whitefox absolutely loved her with all of his heart. Never would there be a woman that could take her place. He’d just been sitting there thinking about her and her really long legs and her text arrived. It tightened his body and made him want to drive back to FBI West just to jump her.

Repeatedly.

“I’m hoping for the red leather one,” he stated, just above a whisper. “Maybe those sinful heels too.”

Elizabeth grinned. It looked like he wasn’t a
lone either. “I think I can arrange for you to get what you want. For the record, I miss taking you for a ride.” Elizabeth knew the words would get him flustered. While his brother had practice being Mr. Control, Callen…yeah, he didn’t. While he didn’t get embarrassed, he did still get hot and bothered relatively easy.

“Elizabeth!”

“Mmmmm I can’t wait, Cal. Just the two of us,” she added, promising him some alone time.

Even though they were a couple with three people, Elizabeth still enjoyed
the moments they spent alone. They may have been made from the same Blackhawk cloth, but they both were distinctly different men.

Ethan took longer to get wild and out of control, but once he was there, he was in charge of the situation. Callen started out
wild and crazy, but he’d allow her to take over and lead the way if she was so inclined.

It was like having the best of both worlds, and she was
one very lucky girl.

“I seriously can’t wait.
This call is the highlight of my day.”

Elizabeth could hear the need in his voice. “I love you, Callen.”

There wasn’t even a pause. “Oh, I love you too, angel.” Then he dropped his voice. “But I’m not feeling slow and long. I’m feeling more wild and reckless, until you scream my name.”

Now Elizabeth
flushed in heat. “For you my sexy Native man, anything.”

Callen grinned wickedly. “You know a statement like that is going to get you into some pretty precarious predicaments.”

A girl could only hope…

“So you say, Cal. N
ow go solve some Native dilemmas and stop thinking about what’s under my clothes.”

Whitefox laughed. “Angel, world war three and nuclear holocaust couldn’t stop that.” He was about to add some inappropriate comment about her truly amazing body, when
he heard her office phone ring. “Be safe, Lyzee. I love you.”

“Love you too, Callen.”
Elizabeth disconnected the call, and answered her office phone. “Director Blackhawk.”

“Elizabeth, I miss you here at Quantico
!” exclaimed Gabriel Rothschild. “I thought for sure you’d be the one to come face me in the Dragon’s Lair!”

“Gabe, I miss you too, but we didn’t want to leave CJ alone
with Wyler. He’s still struggling with losing his father, and the three of us didn’t want to stress him out any more than we had to.”

Gabe understood. “Livy and I
are sorry we missed the funeral. I saw your husband and told him the same thing. We would have been there if we could have made the time frame.”

“We understand. Timothy wanted a fast burial, so the boys wouldn’t have to deal with it for three days. How’s my husband holding out there?”

“I just saw him, and he was turning six shades of red while on the phone. I’m assuming you had something to do with that.”

Elizabeth snorted. “Hell yeah, I did.
Thanks for telling me, because now I’m going to bust his ass even more.”

“
When Livy told me about the brother thing, I nearly fell over. How did you ever talk Mr. Proper into that one?” he inquired, laughing. When his wife told him, she was six shades of jealous. Promptly, Gabe put his foot down, informing her it wasn’t ever going to happen. There was a better chance he would be made Tzar of Europe.

There would
have to be a bitter cold day in hell for him to agree to that.

“Tell Livy that ‘
girlfriend code’ states that she isn't supposed to be telling you anything I share with her- INCLUDING sex details. Now I’m obligated to throw one back to even the score.”

Gabe started
snickering.

“Chocolate syrup
and handcuffs, Gabe?” she stated, and he stopped laughing fast when she dropped the little detail of his last sex-capade with his wife. “I can’t wait to see the pictures and share with the boys.”

“Point taken.
I’ll tell my very deadly wife that you aren’t above torturing me for our verbal indiscretions.”

Now Elizabeth started laughing. “Why are you calling me, Gabe
? Because I doubt it’s for sex details. The ‘Dragon Slayer’ doesn’t call on the office line for chit chat.” She threw out his nickname from years ago.

He went serious. “The
governor there called Quantico. He has an issue not far from you, and it needs to be handled delicately.”

Elizabeth was perplexed.
“Okay, but why didn’t he just call us directly then?”

“We went to school together, and he was a little embarrassed at the situation. It seems
that the local cops have a nut job who likes ladies of the night.”

This all screamed trip into the field, and Elizabeth was getting excited.
“You have my attention.”

“Dennis is worried because
it’s an election year. The crimes are pretty violent. The killer is burning the victims to a crisp.”

“Awesome. So, he needs a favor and this handled. Isn't the local PD handling it?” she asked, scribbling down details.

“They have five victims, and it’s not exactly going well. He wants it handled discretely and swept under the official carpet.”

Elizabeth leaned back in her chair, twisting a piece of her hair around her finger.
“And we’re just hearing about this now?” Elizabeth was outraged. “At two victims, we should have been called in to advise, and at three we should have been handed official jurisdiction.”

“You know that
and I know that, but the detectives have been trying to keep a lid on it. Unfortunately, the local news got wind of it, and Dennis is afraid it’s going to explode in the papers.”

“
Okay we can take over. But you know how I work; when I go in I want complete control of the assignment.”

Gabe stopped for a second. “You don’t specifically need to take this one, Lyzee. I just need a team to go in and handle it.”

Elizabeth laughed. She was going back out into the field, and without the men. This was her early Christmas present to herself. Now she could pawn off the paperwork on her administrative assistant and do what she loved doing.

Finding justice
and locking up a killer.

“Gabe, it’s less than a week until Christmas. Every
one of the special agents I have is in the field or on vacation leave. You know they all burn their time this week so they can be home for the holidays and off assignment.”

“Well hell
. Your husband is going to skin my ass over this one. Where’s Callen?”

She grinned. “He’s on assignment at a reservation. Mediation
issues and I can’t pull him in to assist.”

Gabe knew that the men were going to lose their damn minds when they heard about this. Elizabeth out in the field with them was a touchy subject. Her out by herself was just a powder keg waiting for the lit match to be dropped. “You have no one available?” Gabe wondered if he could ship a few agents there from Quantico, then he thought about Christmas and the mutiny it would cause.

“I do have my arson expert in house. Agent Christensen is finishing up the paperwork on an assignment and her partner is off on vacation leave. I’ll take her into the field with me. Besides Ethan is due back by the holiday party. What could go wrong?”

“He’s going to shit a brick.
No, he’s going to drop a house worth of bricks all over my damn office.”

There was no doubt.
“Oh yeah he is,” she laughed. “TAG! You get to tell him.”

Gabe laughed
, as he stared out his office door at his friend and fellow director. “You’re an evil woman. How you managed to get two men to follow you like the damn pied piper is beyond me.”